Patti's bedroom was definitely a messy teenage girl's room, with lots of
movie star photos tacked onto the walls, a pink telephone and frilly
bedsheets. But there also little girl remnants like stuffed animals and
Barbies scattered across the floor with laundry and school books. She
hurriedly scooped up the loose homework papers and dirty panties and
chucked them into a closet.

"Sorry." she said, apologizing for the mess.

Patti was nervous. Screwing around in my car was one thing. She could
pretend to be a dirty, sexual creature there, an older girl who gave
blowjobs and liked getting slapped on the ass, like a fantasy character.
But here in her own little, pink bedroom she couldn't escape being just
what she was – a very sweet, very shy young girl who likes rock stars
and writing on the school paper, and still plays with her dolls.

"Um, this is my room." she said, showing me around, "I do
all my writing here. The desk used to be my Mom's but she needed a bigger
one so I got this one, and those are photos of my cousins from Virginia
when they came here last Christmas, and that's me in grade school when my
hair was longer and…" And so she continued to ramble on for a
while, feeling very uncomfortable with a man in her bedroom, and her
parents out of town.

I sat on the bed. "And what's this?" I asked. "The
bed?" I expected her to laugh, but no luck. She was very sullen and
fidgety. "What is it?" "I asked.

She sat in a bean bag chair, legs crossed, tugging on her hair. "I
want to take a shower. Is that okay?"

"Sure." I said.

She grabbed some clothes, got up and left. A few minutes later I heard the
shower go on in the bathroom down the hall. I guess our little episode in
the car had made her all sticky, and she wanted to feel clean at home.

I looked around her room a bit, poking through the closets, checking out
the underwear drawer, when I found her diary. Cool! What was she writing
about me, I wondered? I flipped to last few pages and found a breathy,
poetic record of our affair. She mentioned me by name, and that worried me
a little. Technically I think I was still in legal territory, but
disclosure still would do me no good. But I trusted her to be discreet,
and read on.

Apparently she had been showing some interest in Alan, another cast
member. He had confessed to her that he had a crush on her, and they had
even shared a kiss once. I was surprised, and more than a little jealous.
He was 16, and a terrible actor. But he was nice enough kid. But Patti
wasn't sure what to do about him, because she was falling in love with me.

I had to end this somehow. The poor girl was going to turn away a
perfectly nice kid because of our stupid affair.

I heard the shower stop, and quickly put her diary away. A few minutes
later she came back to the bedroom, wearing a fresh T-shirt with no bra
and a skirt which showed off her lovely legs and bare feet. I was going to
tell her that it was all over between us, but she looked so delicious that
I couldn't bring myself to say anything.

"Hi." she said, still nervous. "Do you want a soda or
something…?"

"No." I came over to her and kissed her on the forehead. She
just stood there, not moving, letting me caress her arms. "Do you
want me to leave?" I asked.

"No." she said, wrapping her arms around me. We stood like that
for about ten minutes, just holding each other. She smelled very clean and
soapy. Finally she said, "I love you, Mark."

I looked at her. "You what I'm going to say, right? That I'm too old
for you and that I'm leaving for New York again soon and…"

"I know, I know." she said. "I wish I were older." She
kissed me, relaxing a bit. "I told you I wanted to stay a virgin, but
I want to know what it feels like to…to…" She got all embarrassed
and dropped her head.

"Sweetie," I said, "We've had some pretty great sex, a
little wild, if you know what I mean…"

"Right. Well, I wanted to know what it felt like to, God this is so
weird, okay you've, you know, done it to me with your finger, you know,
like pretend to…"

"Fuck you?"

She blushed. It was funny how little girlish she was being. "Yes. I'd
like to know what it feels like to have your….penis…,you know, between
my legs."

"Inside you?" I asked.

"No. What I mean is, just between my legs, pushing against my vagina.
I just want to feel you like that. I'm weird, I know…"

"No, you're not. I know exactly what you want and it's okay."

"Really?" she said. "It's got to be making you crazy."

"It does, but I'm not complaining. Much!"

She giggled, and then got serious. "Here's the thing." she said,
breaking away from me and sitting on the bed. "In the car I wanted to
do—all these things. That's why I said come over. But now that we're
here…See, there's a boy who likes me. And I like him. But it's not the
same as with me and you. We kissed once. Does that make you mad?" she
said wincing.

"No. I'm glad you're finding somebody you're own age." I think
she was disappointed that I wasn't mad. I was, of course, but I was
determined to let her get out of this, if that's what she wanted.

She went on. "I like him and all, but he can't make me feel like you
make me feel. You know?"

I understood now. I could make her feel dirty and sexy and she was able to
lose herself in that and do all these perverted things she had in the back
of her mind. But Alan wasn't going to take charge like that. How could she
ever feel free to get all hot and bothered with a stammering little
teenager like Alan Barnstable? Maybe our affair was ruining her for other
boys.

I didn't know what to do. I should have left. I should have said goodbye.
I should have go the hell away from this whole situation. But she was so
clean and squeaky looking. Her hair was still wet from the shower. Her
legs were soft and meaty looking. I placed a hand on her thigh, slipping
it just under her skirt, and kissed her. She kissed me back, and we lay
back on the bed.

Alan? Christ! I finally had delicious Patti on a bed, and the little
sophmore fuck calls. I got up, and started for the door.

"No, wait!" said, Patti to me, cupping the mouthpiece. Then,
into the phone she said, "Alan, um, I don't know if I can do
this..."

She was going to dump him. Shit! That's not what I wanted either. Patti's
problem was that she just couldn't get all hot and bothered around Alan. I
got an idea. I motioned for her to keep chatting, that it was okay to talk
to him.

"Yeah, it was a great show." she yapped into the phone. "My
parents loved it. What about yours? Your Mom videotaped? Cool." As
she chatted I kept looking at her bare legs. She was lying on her tummy
across her bed, and her little butt was looking so cute underneath that
pleated skirt. "Should we watch the tape tomorrow?" she
continued. "Tommy's got a good VCR, we can go over there." I
knelt down behind her and started massaging her feet as she talked. She
knew right away what I was up to, and tensed up. "Um, yeah," she
continued, nervously, "I guess we could all go swimming after. That
sounds cool." I opened her legs a bit and I could see right up her
skirt, and got a generous view of pussy. She wasn't wearing any panties.
"My parents are out of town," she went on, "so your Mom has
to drive us." I massaged my way up her legs, and started to rub her
ass under her skirt. Patti started moaning. "Hold on, Alan." she
said, turning to me. She kissed me on the lips, then took my hand and
slipped it under her skirt where I could massage her bare ass.

"Ask him what he's wearing." I whispered.

Patti nodded. "Alan, what are you wearing? Jeans?"

I placed both hands on her ass checks and kept rubbing. "Tell him
you're on your bed in a skirt."

"I'm on my bed in a skirt."

"And you're going to take it off."

Patti hesitated. "And I'm going to take it off." The kid must
have had a heart attack, because Patti started saying. "Hello?
Hello?"

I unbuttoned her skirt and slipped it off, exposing her firm little ass.
"Tell him to take off his pants." I whispered.

"Alan, could you take off your pants?" she said. Then she
whispered to me, "He wants to know why?"

"He knows why." I whispered.

"You know why." she said to Alan. Then to me she whispered,
"He's doing it!"

I took off my pants, and Patti just froze. I stood right in front of her
and unzipped my fly, pulled down my pants and underwear, and pointed a
stiff cock right at her face. "Is he naked?" I whispered.

"Are you naked?" asked Patti, gulping. She nodded that he was.

I walked around to the other side of the bed, slipped my hand down the
crack of her ass and rubbed a finger against her pussy. She almost jumped
out of her skin. "Tell him you're touching yourself." I
whispered, slipping a finger into her squishy cunt.

Patti was breathing very hard. "I'm touching myself." she
stammered into the phone, lifting her ass up off the bed, and grinding
into my finger.

"Alan," said Patti, breathing hard into the phone, "Oh God,
Alan are you holding your cock? Hold your cock. Hold your cock!" With
one finger still in her pussy I crawled up onto the bed so Patti could
reach back and grab my cock. "Oh, let me hold it! I'm holding your
cock, Alan. I want to jerk you off! I want you to come in my hand. I'm
squeezing it. I'm squeezing your cock and I want to jerk you off!"
Patti started pumping my penis while I finger-fucked her.

I could hear Alan on the phone now. The kid was definitely jacking off, he
was breathing hot and heavy. "Tell him you want him in your
pussy." I whispered.

"I want you in my pussy, Alan. I want your cock in my pussy."
she said.

I maneuvered myself behind Patti and slid my cock between her legs,
rubbing against her little pussy. Patti reacted by squeezing her legs
together, tight as a vice. So I screwed her from behind, my cock not quite
inside her, but rubbing against her wet pussy lips.

"Tell him to fuck you." I whispered.

Patti's voice got very low. "Fuck me, Alan." Talking dirty
turned her on, but she wasn't exactly comfortable with it. Every time she
said "cock" or "pussy" or "fuck" her face
would scrunch up like she just got caught cheating on a math test.
"Fuck me, Alan." she said again, pushing her pussy back and
forth along my cock.

Patti suddenly turned over and laid down on the bed, pushing away a few
stuffed animals. She spread her legs. Her puffy little pussy was open and
wet, and looked so soft and juicy. "Please fuck me, Alan.
Please!" she said uncomfortably. "I'm on my back, Alan."
she continued. "My legs are open. I'm really, really, wet. Do you
want to do it? Please!"

I crawled over to her and placed my cock on top her pussy. She held her
breath. "Does he want to?" I whispered.

Patti opened her eyes wide and nodded, listening to Alan pant on the other
end.

I placed the head of my cock over her pussy.

"I feel it, Alan." she said. "The top of your
penis…"

"The head of your cock." I corrected.

"The head of your cock is inside me." she continued, panting. I
slid my boner across her pussy lips. "You're in me! You're in me all
the way." I lay down on top her. "You're on me, Alan. You
crushing me." I grabbed her hips and started fucking her across her
cunt, never entering. "You're doing it to me, Alan. You're pushing it
in me…you're pushing it in me… How does it feel?"

My ear was next to the phone now and I could hear the horny little bugger.
"It feels great." he said in a nervous, chirpy voice. Then he
didn't say anything at all, but just panted into the telephone. Patti
stopped talking now, too, but continued to listen to Alan moan as he
jerked off.

My cock sled easily across her pussy, sending electric shocks through
Patti. She squealed over and over again until she came. "I'm
cumming…..!" she shouted.

I heard Alan say, "I'm ready!"

"Not yet!" I whispered to Patti, who was still quivering.

"Not yet!" she repeated into the phone.

I placed one knee on either side of Patti's face and placed my cock over
her lips. She kissed it once, gave the head a little suck, then said
lustily into the phone. "Alan, I'm going to give you a blow
job." She placed the phone onto a pillow and put her hands under my
balls, guiding me into her mouth. "Mmm, arrrg, graaagg." she
mumbled loudly, making sure Alan heard every slurp and suck. She squeezed
the base of my cock and I shot a thick rope of cum down her throat. She
gagged a bit, and had to spit some of it out, the creamy juice spilling
down her neck.

On the phone I heard a cry of "Oh God!" as Alan shot his wad.

The next day I saw Alan and Patti together a lot, holding hands and
sharing whispers. I was surprised at how jealous I felt. I don't think
they ever actually had sex, though I'm sure they kept their phones busy.